Adage

The human voice is music to the human ear,

yet the melodies of your voice I no longer hear.

It's often our best lovers who cause our downfall,

and down you fall and I made the call.

Well, a rose for a rose and a rose for a weed,

yet the greedy weed still needs the feed of the bleeding seed.

Will I be relieved?  It's all my fault,

You're no longer hear and that's the result.

Those who have good eyes look, look and look yet can not see,

the deaf man, willing to plug his ears, has a higher chance of hearing me.

We all have ambitions and strive and thrive,

yet when our hearts cry, our ambitions slowly die.

I should have broken the fall for you,

but then I was afraid.  I am such a fool.

They say love fills the heart with soothing charms,

I say, ?Not when your love dies in your arms.